Return of the Coneheads - just in time for Christmas!

Well, I did it again.

One day last week, while Mom was helping customers at the store, I hid in my new bed at the store, and licked and licked and licked a spot on my hip until I had another one of those "hot spot" things that always makes Mom put the bucket on my head.

Here is me today, with my bucket head, playing with my good old "swollen tongue" toy.


This is still a great toy, even though it has quit squeaking.

I hate when squeakers quit squeaking!





Now, the good thing about wearing my bucket is that when I get tired of playing with one of my toys, I can just drop it, and carry it around in the bucket until I want to play with it again - this works pretty good with all my toys - even my big babies!

It does NOT work so good with treats Mom throws at me (why do I always miss catching them when I wear this thing?) Anyway - the treat gets stuck around my neck area, and I can't reach it, but I lick and lick trying to get it, and then the treat is all sticky, and my neck is all sticky, and, well - you get the idea.

Mom has special medicine for my boo-boo, and she puts it on me (I don't mind!) and I wear the cone around the house so I don't lick off the medicine, and so I don't lick my boo-boo.

But thanks to this new thing Mom found at the PetSmart (I Looooove going there!) - I don't have to suffer the humiliation of wearing my bucket head in public anymore!


Mom calls these doggie bandaids - they have special stuff on them to keep me from licking, and she can put in on my boo-boo, and it is basically invisible ('cause it is the same color as my fur!) - but when people at the store rub me, they sometimes find it. But sometimes not.

These doggie bandaids make Mom sneeze if she gets close too them - that is because they are coated in Cayenne pepper. They don't make me sneeze, but I sure don't lick 'em, either!

So, I wear the bucket at home, so my medicine can work, and I wear the pepper bandaid at work, so I don't look so silly. The pepper bandaid won't stick to my medicine, or else I would never have to wear the stupid bucket!

I hope everybody has a good holiday!

Mom and I are spending a couple of days lounging around the house, and then on Saturday we are driving up to the mountains to visit our friends, and we hope it is snowing up there!

I stick my tongue out at you!

Yesterday, I came into the kitchen while Mom was cooking dinner, and she got really scared when she saw me, and came running over to me, which kind of freaked me out.

Mainly, because I thought she might not finish cooking dinner.

I have my priorities, you know!

But the real reason she came running over was because I had found this new toy in one of the rooms Mom had been cleaning, and evidently Mom thought this stuffed ear off one of my old Babies was actually my very own tongue, and that it was swollen or something. I don't know.
Whatever.

She was acting all freaky, and normally when she tries to take my toys, it's because we are playing tug-of-war, so naturally when she reached for my mouth, I turned my head away, so that freaked her out more, because she thought I was hurting, and wouldn't let her touch my poor swollen tongue. But when I turned around to tease her some more, she saw that it was just a Baby ear (with a squeaky still in it! The best kind!!).

So she starting laughing, and then went back to cooking dinner.

Thank goodness.